Stories and More With Touch of The Macabre By A.M. Moscoso

Day: May 3, 2018

“By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.” ― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

I was out walking my dog, Hamish Macbeth, when I saw him for the first and only time.

He was a homeless man- his shoes didn’t match and there were leaves in his hair and his jeans were too big- or maybe they used to fit him at one time. They looked very old and worn and they were covered in the same grime that clung to his arms and face.

He stopped and yelled – ” I’m going to shoot that dumb animal of yours. Do you hear me? I’m gonna blow that dumb animal’s head off!”

My dog sat and then he crouched- which is what he does before he launches himself into the air. He’s a big dog but Hamish Macbeth has launched himself a good five feet into the air to get on top of rockeries and playground toys with little to no effort.

I gently tugged at his leash and when Hamish stood he looked at the man and then he looked to the man’s left. ” I’m gonna shoot it right between it’s eyes!”

The fur on Hamish’s shoulders and hackles went up and he wagged his tail slowly from side to side and kept looking right past the man just to his left. By nature Hamish is not an aggressive dog- so everything about what he was doing was so out of character that I was more focused on Hamish then the Yelling Man.

I work near a homeless shelter- I see people like the Yelling Man everyday. I hate to say it, but I’m probably not as cautious as I should be anymore. I’ve just learned to keep one eye opened and move along.